When my son, Drew, was in the ICU in a medicated coma with two bruised lungs from his car accident, I asked God while resting my head on my pillow on my son's hospital bed, "What can I do for you to heal my son?"
His answer was not what I wanted to hear. "You must apologize to your ex-husband for leaving him with nothing."
"I don't know what to say? How can I possibly find that apology within me when I don't feel that I did anything wrong? You told me not to intervene and give him the $10,000 when we left each other."
Then His words filled me. I wrestled with them as I calmly rested my head. Oh, I didn't want to lift my head and tell Parker what I had to tell him, but I had to do so to save my son. I slowly raised my head and looked at my ex-husband, Parker, with his new wife in his lap being cute newly weds while fretting about Drew's condition.
My mouth opened and the words flowed out effortlessly, "Parker, I'm sorry that I was the instrument that God used to bring you to the bottom. You've become a better person because of that though, and you have a wife that can meet your needs that I could never meet. I'm happy for you."
Parker responded immediately, "Wow, that must have been really hard for you to say."
That was an understatement!
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